The wind blows on softly through the trees
The snow graces upon their boughs
Covering the stain beneath it all
Thick and sweet
Like syrup upon autumn leaves
The remains there lay
Forever stayed its beating
Days of love and passion fleeting
Upon the sorrows meeting
For is it was stayed
Ever gotten long forgotten
In its sickly state
Ever longing
Forever wanting
For freedom of escape
Wishing dreaming
To be loved beneath the stars
A dream kept behind bars
Coiled and chained
Burdened and caged
A wish marred and weighed
Where it lay upon the redded ground
Beneath the freshest snow
For here it was a heart
Was murdered not so very long ago
And not a soul should know
Would know
Save a thorn
Or rather shadow there of
Of many moons displaced
Displaced of time
And now it lays
Where the the last
Echoing beat silently stays
In the hollow beneath
A great white willow
On the meadows edge
Beneath the freshly fallen snow
Kaloriinn, James. Mason
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